User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20120218163144/@comment-25220117-20120327190139

The searat peers down from his oak desk, apparently uninterested with the whole thing "Kint say I expected better" Leaning across his desk, he wrenches a dirk out of the woodwork, before leaning down against his chair, fiddling with the weapon "Yew from Fizalra's crew, rotface? Or did my old friends mistake a scrap of woodworm for a seabeast?"